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Character Marcus Bishop | The Anti-Mandalorian

Marcus Bishop


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A lowly scumbag, making blood money on the rock bottom of the galaxy.

[GALACTIC ALLIANCE DOSSIER]:
AGE: 31
SEX: Male
SPECIES: Human (Native Courascantii)
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 205lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale - Caucasian.
FORCE SENSITIVITY: None
Home Planet: Level 1511, Courscant

Arrested For:
7x Assault and Battery,
3x Attempted Murder (EXPUNGED),
2x Arson,
1x attempting to smugglea teenage hut out of Hutt Space inside of a seat compartment.

Occupation: Mercenary for Hire, under the umbrella of Bounty Hunting: Contract Killing,
Kidnapping, Manhunting, smuggling, PMC work.​

Bishop's Armory: (On hand equipment)

- 3x Verpine Hand Cannon

- 1x Eclipse Rifle

- 1x LD - 58 Modular Rifle (Modified for marksman sniper usage)

- 3x Thermal Detonators (On hand)

- 1x 30meters Metal Cord (Right Gauntlet)

- 1x bag of poisonable/dosable darts (Smoke, Tranq/Poison, Explosive Charge)

- 1x Short 4in. Durasteel curved knife

- 1x compact hand tazer

Bishop's Armor:

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source for mandalorian armor: @FelipeBorbs at Deviantart

Armor: Half Beskar-Durasteel mandalorian armor, upgraded and modified over the last 10 years. After recent events Marcus has come into a great deal of money, allowing him to add parts and new additions as he wishes. Armor has a sealable breathing aparatus allowing him to seal the neck armor with his helmet, to allow a controlled environment (Avoiding toxins, diseases, zero g circumstances). Has a Z - 6 Jetpack.

The combat rigging for his armor allows him to carry an active combat load of 9 magazines for his Eclipse (270 rounds) [6 on his gut, 3 on his back], 5 magazines for his Hand Cannons.

Extra Add ons: Communications device (Right Gauntlet), Cable (Right Gauntlet), Dart Launcher (Left Gauntlet), Flame Thrower (Left Gauntlet), Plasma Torch (Left Gauntlet), Retractable Vibroblades (Both Gauntlets)

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

+ Discount? Please: It's no secret, Marcus dawns the armor, however he's not from Mandalore (and as far as the medical droids say, not a trace of Mandalorian on him). Some have said this makes him a discount mando, wearing the bucket and zipping around. Alternatively, these people have been smacked across the 'kriffin' head. Marcus loves Mandalore and it's soldiers, viewing their success more as bounty hunters and solo warriors, rather than a long lasting pack, as a symbol of efficient individuality. And it's as such, that upon stumbling on some Mandalorian Armor. He spent the better part of a few years refurnishing it, and wearing it as a Mandalorian Hunter, with an Immigrant mentality.

+ Close the Distance: In a world of blaster bolt weaponry, laser swords, a mystical power to lift, zap, and choke your opponents. The Galaxy is a dangerous place, and for those disconnected from the force via one reason or another, they lack the unexpected element that many possess. So when faced with a profession that will lead him to dangerous customers sooner or later, how did Bishop prepare for this? They want to close the distance? make them pay. Hand to Hand combat is a lesser used art in the galaxy, although it's still taught and trained by many. So for those believing closing the distance is the key to beating him, guess again. For a man so hell bent on covering all bases, despite his limitations, it's no surprise he never needed a lightsaber to outwrestle and defeat anyone, whether they were a human, or a wookie.


+ / - One Man Army Mentality: An full platoon? A squad?.... Friends? Who needs them. Marcus sure as hell didn't, still believes he doesn't. While adapting to operate alone when most of the time you are, well, "flying solo", is a handy bit of weathering to anyone. However as he's learned a little more than a few times, going in as a one man battalion, never works out well. However, through craftiness, some fleeing, and an avid bit of stealth training, he's been able to balance out operations that would take several people, all by himself. This does not change the fact that despite his ability to work alone, He's never really taken the hint, that it's no longer becoming a viable option.

+ / - The Anti-Mandalorian: It's been since in galactic history that every time the mandalorians are united, they get hungry. Every time they get hungry, the galaxy is torn apart as their pseudo-empire eats rim after rim. The galaxy being eaten, doesn't very much like that, and eventually fights them back absolutely decimating the mandalorians. Or so Marcus sees it. Extremely Critical of the Mandalorian's and their necessity for staying under a strict code, and keeping to an organization, he sees the warrior cult differently. A race of old school folk tale beings whose use is more viable as wandering mercenaries and soldiers of fortune, than soldiers in a government that will lead them to doom for a third time. This, will probably lead true mandalorians to shoot him, however, this, is the mindset Marcus lives by.

- For "Un" (Unsensitive close enough, Uneducated, Unprepared): In a galaxy like ours, one must be prepared for anything. Smugglers, thieves, space worms, wampas stored in a man's cargo bay (when you already EXPLICITLY asked several times if anything was in there), and users of the power they call "the force"..... Sadly either due to his own personal disconnection, or simply not having a run in with any high level users in the several years he's been around the rims of the galaxy. Bishop is very much unprotected against the force. physically, spiritually..... and Mentally.

- "It's not me, It's you": You know how it goes. You're at a bar, a guy walks in, you remember and crack a joke, and suddenly he and half his entourage are on you. Now- whether it was because said joke was about his dearly departed brother, or because you were the one who caused said departure (and now was the time he found out), is out of the question. It's not him, it's them. Personalities clash, and in a galaxy of trillions, a man with dark humor, the brashness of a trandoshan during mating season, and simply being too jaded to have a filter (or realize he should have a filter), Marcus finds himself in more than one scrap. Okay, a lot more. several. You get the jist.


APPEARANCE:
Marcus is an average fit build, weighing in at 205lbs. No real highly noticeable features, apart from his right eye. Keen observers can tell, that it seems to be detached in some way, or has some sort of retina damage. Marcus is Right handed, has the walk and posture of a machine gun if it came to life, grew sarcasm, and flew around being a general nerf herder, and most importantly

BIOGRAPHY:
To keep it brief (because I'd rather not recap it all right here, bits and pieces are planned to be sprinkled out and revealed throughout my time doin' this). Marcus grew up on the Courscant, a complete orphan, almost a ghost. (Seriously, he's tried tracking them down but their hiding skills are better than his 7+ years as a manhunter). Some wanted to be pirates, others wanted to be scholars, politicians, soldiers, hell, the lucky ones even got to be jedi and run off to distant lands. Marcus? Never caught on. Too brash and physical for a desk jockey, Too "to the point" to be a politician, and never really had enough attachment to commit to fight and die for one of the flags dotting the galaxy. But being a Mercenary? That fit. Doesn't know what it was, the freelance freedom, the atmosphere, or just the feel of the work. But oh boy did it fit.

Training, Preparing, investing in a blaster that (by todays standards) seems like outdated messes, Marcus knew this was the path he needed to take. But what would truly propel him to be, well, him. Maybe it was the day he realized he could shoot like an ace, has the tenancy to have humor blacker than the void of space itself.... ot maybe it was the day he found a pair of Mando Armor in the bottom corner of a forgotten cargo ship.... Maybe it was the day he took it back, and spent way too much time bringing it back to working condition. Maybe it was the day he realized, this whole "Mandalorian blood crusader honor" BullFrag wasn't about their nationality or their empire.... maybe it was the ideal he liked. Mandalorians are united in times of crisis, war, or crusades, sure, but as individuals. Well just look. Fett, Ordo- the list goes on. They're skilled warriors, and they excel at the Warrior for hire work. Maybe he didn't need to be a blood descendant from the planet to be one of 'em. Maybe all he needed was the shiny ass bucket, some grit, and enough sense to carry the flag.

But then again... that was seven years ago. Today? Well. He's gotten used to it all, let's just say.

SHIP:
"The Freedom Seeker" A Lethisk-Class armored freighter

KILLS:

N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
- (IN PROGRESS) "Blackwing Virus": Being paid 1,500,000 credits upfront for undertaking the job, Bishop is promised another 1,500,000 after completion of his bounty.

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ROLE-PLAYS:
- "Cornered on Cardia" [Bounty] FAILED
- Bishop remembers fighting with several other hunters, Jedi, and even holding his own against Koda Fett for a spell. But, alas, was ejected out of an airlock. His ship, The Freedom Seeker, picked him up a short while after.

- Elimination of the Blackwing Virus UNDERTAKING - Bishop meets with the Narrikian emperor on a planet known as Setus Prime, there he learns of a terrible bio weapon called the "Blackwing Virus".
 
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